Friends. New friends. Old friends at home. Friends who help you out of a mess, or spend time shooting the breeze.
I rumbled back into VMCK after two days hard riding. Earnst drove over from home to let me into a cabin for the night. It would be an early start in the morning.
The lightning strike was very close. I was lying in my tent when the pressure and temperature dropped. I tasted the metal taste of Ozone and what hair I have on my head tried to stand on end. "OH shit". Nowhere to run. The strike hit behind the trees, and I slumped into my sleeping bag for a quarter hour before searching out a beer. I get ahead of myself though.
Gotland is a large island off the coast of Sweden. It's a popular, sunny, tourist destination and was on my wish list with no chance of fitting it in. Sincere thanks to the club for inviting me along. The ride out across the country to the ferry was very nice indeed. Five bikes and seven people, meeting others along the way. It is always special a gang of bikers riding onto a ferry, helping each other lash their machines to the deck plates, secure gear, and head for the cafeteria. Three hours to chill, before the hot sun of Gotland and a busy rally/meet sight.
Lots of bikes and smiling faces. Riders of all ages enjoying what we do. More a culture than a hobby. We are one tribe across all countries. It was a long weekend and if the bucket loos, heat, cold water washing, ever got us down, spare a thought for the people who put it together for us, and their wonderful hospitality. Thank you Gotland MCK.
I described the lightning strike which I remember vividly, to avoid describing the horrendous hang over I had the day before, after foolishly drinking with the Danish contingent. :-) We will do it again sometime Henrik !! I can wear one of those biker jackets with the integral airbag. I will also leave my tent open so that I don't have to figure out how it works.
Browsing around the walled town of Visby, and the ride out on Sunday with Ernst, Östen and Per. Wonderful memories. Also a night of Blues and dancing the night away with a lady biker with style. I think your bike looks wicked with the cherry blossom on the tank. I was deeply impressed.
I am now back at Domsand, Bankeryd. I have some serious sleep to catch up on. I think I have done my last crowded camp site or dorm. Flash packing and soft beds from now on. Quiet time with friends for a few days. Plan the trip home across Germany. Head home satisfied is the plan. I haven't finished here yet though. Time to relax, watch the harbour, think about that book I have never written. Would people read the rubbish I write?
I rumbled back into VMCK after two days hard riding. Earnst drove over from home to let me into a cabin for the night. It would be an early start in the morning.
The lightning strike was very close. I was lying in my tent when the pressure and temperature dropped. I tasted the metal taste of Ozone and what hair I have on my head tried to stand on end. "OH shit". Nowhere to run. The strike hit behind the trees, and I slumped into my sleeping bag for a quarter hour before searching out a beer. I get ahead of myself though.
Gotland is a large island off the coast of Sweden. It's a popular, sunny, tourist destination and was on my wish list with no chance of fitting it in. Sincere thanks to the club for inviting me along. The ride out across the country to the ferry was very nice indeed. Five bikes and seven people, meeting others along the way. It is always special a gang of bikers riding onto a ferry, helping each other lash their machines to the deck plates, secure gear, and head for the cafeteria. Three hours to chill, before the hot sun of Gotland and a busy rally/meet sight.
Lots of bikes and smiling faces. Riders of all ages enjoying what we do. More a culture than a hobby. We are one tribe across all countries. It was a long weekend and if the bucket loos, heat, cold water washing, ever got us down, spare a thought for the people who put it together for us, and their wonderful hospitality. Thank you Gotland MCK.
I described the lightning strike which I remember vividly, to avoid describing the horrendous hang over I had the day before, after foolishly drinking with the Danish contingent. :-) We will do it again sometime Henrik !! I can wear one of those biker jackets with the integral airbag. I will also leave my tent open so that I don't have to figure out how it works.
Browsing around the walled town of Visby, and the ride out on Sunday with Ernst, Östen and Per. Wonderful memories. Also a night of Blues and dancing the night away with a lady biker with style. I think your bike looks wicked with the cherry blossom on the tank. I was deeply impressed.
I am now back at Domsand, Bankeryd. I have some serious sleep to catch up on. I think I have done my last crowded camp site or dorm. Flash packing and soft beds from now on. Quiet time with friends for a few days. Plan the trip home across Germany. Head home satisfied is the plan. I haven't finished here yet though. Time to relax, watch the harbour, think about that book I have never written. Would people read the rubbish I write?
Hej Kev. I for one would read your book. Really enjoying following your adventures on the blog, looking forward to the illustrated version!
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Colin.
Thank you Colin. I seriously may write it, if I have the courage.
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